كلمات Tides

Seven moonlit tears I cried Tides collided in my eyes Waves can wound a moonlit shore But they can’t hurt me anymore Tangled in my mother’s hair Currents combed my bones bare Her currents swirled through my ribs Spinning seaweed to selkie skin Ashore I dance the sacred night A surging wave of pale moonlight A seal-spun daughter of the tides Never again a captive bride